Chapter Twenty-Eight
Jake
I looped up a cable, helping pack up. Beth had left.
“What’s the story with Miss Prim and Proper?” Bob asked.
“She’s going to be our assistant, if she signs the contract.”
“Didn’t know we need an assistant.”
“Management thinks I do.” I bent to untangle the wad of cable spaghetti on the floor.
“Do you trust her?”
I gave Bob a look. “What do you mean by that?”
“If you want to keep what little privacy you’ve got left, you need someone you can trust. So, back to my first question—what’s the story?” Bob finished wiping down his guitar, set it in the case, and closed the lid.
“I’ve known Beth a long time.”
“How long? Like playground buddies?”
Should’ve known his best friend would dig for dirt.
“Went to the same high school. We were neighbors.”
“Uh-huh.”
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